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This is the beginning of my Niall Horan TSLOT fic. I will still be doing the requests I have, but I wanted to get this kickstarted.

I hope you guys like. I followed this request, but might change it up a bit, so I hope that's ok.

WARNINGS: almost full male nudity, cursing, flirting, pet names. That's it for now, but it will get more steamy

Wc: 4251

based off this ask

“So, yeah. The tour is all planned, dates and such. I just need to figure out the setlist and hire people, etc,” Niall told Harry as they sat on the couch in your apartment.

You and your brother, Harry, shared an apartment. It wasn’t ideal, but you had just graduated college about a year ago and Harry had an extra room available and needed money for rent. Your parents moved to Florida when you went to college and you didn’t want to do that, so moving in with your brother was the best move. You two had always gotten along anyway.

Now, Niall. Niall is your brother’s best friend. They have been best friends since they were 10 years old. And you have always had a stupid fat crush on Niall. Not only is he good looking (and has gotten better looking as you’ve gotten older), but he is so kind and nice to you. He is talented and you really can’t stop thinking about his arms. 

You sat on the recliner in the living room, just feet from the two men who meant the most to you in this world. As they drank beer, discussed tour, and watched a basketball game, you sketched on your sketch pad. You went to school for fashion design. You had always loved fashion, drawing, and always wanted to design your own clothes. Although you lived in sweats, so people probably couldn’t tell. You had an internship at a fashion magazine that you really loved, but they folded under and now you were looking for work again. You’d been unemployed for about six months.

“That’s great, man! I’m so happy for you,” Harry said, tapping him on the back.Harry wanted to come on tour with him, but he didn’t have that much time off work. He was, however, planning on coming for about two weeks and then working remotely for one, so he could spend time with his best friend on his biggest tour yet.

You minded your own business as the boys talked, but you couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances Niall would give you when Harry looked at the TV or got up to go to the bathroom. You felt yourself tingling when you caught each other’s eyes.

Niall came over your place a lot. And you were very comfortable with him, but sometimes you’d get tongue-tied, especially if the boys just came back from the gym and were all sweaty and muscly. But, he rarely looked at you the way he is now.

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A few weeks went by and Niall seemed stressed. He sat at the desk you had in the corner, which housed your laptop, notebooks, sketchpads, and more. 

Harry sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone. 

You were in your room, drawing again. Sometimes you felt like you intervened on guy time and just let them hang out by themselves. Although they never seemed to minded. 

“Ok. I have everything planned. Lights, stage, setlist, caterer, crew, tech, etc. The only thing I’m missing is a stylist,” Niall tapped his pen on his paper.

“A stylist?” Harry asked. “Can’t you just like grab clothes from your closet?” 

“Not really. It’s not that simple. I need comfortable clothing that still looks presentable on stage. Something that will make the fans scream, but also I won’t be itchy in, ya know?” 

Harry shrugged, not really understanding. 

“Whatever, man. It’s a whole thing,” Niall explained.

“Well, what happened to the stylist from your last tour?” Harry wondered. 

“I called them. They work at Vogue now and won’t have the time,” Niall frowned. 

“Ahh.” The boys sat there in silence for a few seconds. “Hey, what about (Y/N)?” 

“What about her?” Niall asked, his face getting warm at the mention of your name.

“She has a degree in fashion. I’m sure she’d love to do it,” Harry suggested. “Plus, she’s out of work, so the extra cash could help us.”

Niall waved his pen at Harry. “You’re a genius! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.”

He got up from his chair, putting his notepad down. He then walked to your room and gently knocked on the door. You weren’t really listening to their conversation, even though you wanted to, and had soft music playing in the background. You paused it when you heard the knock. “Hello?” 

“(Y/N)? It’s Niall,” you heard the voice on the other side of the door say. 

You smiled. Of course, you knew it was him. You fluffed up your hair and made sure your outfit looked ok before opening the door. Granted you were in sleep pants, an oversized shirt, and socks, but oh well. “What’s up?” you asked him as you opened it.

You were breathless when you saw him leaning against your doorframe in a tight t-shirt and jeans. 

He smiled. “Hello, sweet and wonderful (Y/N).” 

You blushed. “What do you want?” You know the guys buttered you up when they wanted something from you.

“Can I come in?” 

You swallowed. Niall Horan in your bedroom? Yes, please! You gestured for him to walk in and he did so. You left your door open, which maybe wasn’t a good idea, but he wasn’t taking his clothes off, so you figured you were safe.

“Please make yourself at home,” you gestured. 

“Thanks,” Niall said, plopping on your bed. 

Ok, don’t let him see you squeezing your legs together. Keep calm!

He ran a finger on the pattern of your comforter as you sat on the floor and cleared your throat. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Oh, right,” Niall said, clapping his hands together. “So, as you probably know, I’m planning my tour.” You nodded. “And everything’s going great. I’m hiring all the people I need and putting the setlist together.” You nodded again. “But, I’m missing one key person- a stylist.” 

“Oh. That’s not good.” 

“No, it’s not.” 

“So, why are you telling me?” you wondered. 

“Well, I figured maybe you could do it,” he proposed. 

You sat there speechless, wondering if you really heard what he said. 

When you didn’t answer for a minute, Niall waved his hand in front of you. “Hello? Did you hear me?” 

“Sorry. Me? You want me to be your stylist… for your world tour?” 

“Yes. I want you,” he said, a bit of a smirk on his face. 

“Niall, I can’t,” you shook your head and picked at the rug on your floor.

“Why not? Got a job lined up or something?” 

“No no! I just… I don’t think I’m good enough,” you shrugged. 

“Psssh,” Niall said, leaning forward. “Well that’s no way to think.” 

You shrugged again, looking him in the eyes this time. 

He leaned back on your bed, his hands planted behind him. “Sell yourself to me.” 

“Excuse me?” you swallowed. 

Niall sat up. “Pitch yourself like you were going into a job interview.” 

“Um, ok,” you stood up and wiped your pants off. You fluffed your hair and put a smile on your face. “Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Design from Olivia University, where I graduated from last year. I am a bit older than typical college graduates though, as I took gap year, or two.” Niall smiled. “Um,” you pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I used to work for Bust Magazine, where I was the designer and sometimes stylist. Um, they went under though. I wasn’t fired or anything.” Niall’s smile grew bigger.

“And now I’m… well I guess I’m in between jobs. But, I sketch daily! I love drawing and designing and I hope to have my own fashion line one day. But, I guess that’s just a really big dream. I know this look isn’t helping, but I typically wear very nice clothes.” You shrugged. 

“Yeah. I guess that’s it,” you bit your lip. 

Niall chuckled and clapped. “Very good.” He noticed he dropped something on the floor and picked it up just as you walked up to him. “Did you draw this?” 

You noticed it was a picture of him on stage in a leather vest, black jeans, black heeled boots, and no shirt. “Oh God. That’s-. That’s nothing,” you tried to take it out of his hands. 

“This is really good (Y/N). Honestly,” he said, taking it out of your reach.

“I, uh-.” 

“You got my abs wrong though,” Niall pointed to his stomach in the photo.

You jokingly hit him on the shoulder and he chuckled, rubbing it. 

He put the drawing down and looked at you. “So, will you please?” He jutted his lip out and put his hands together in a praying gesture. 

“I don’t know, Niall,” you shook your head. “I don’t want you looking like a fool on stage.” 

“A fool? Show me something you’ve designed… not on paper.” 

“Umm…” you looked through your closet, riffling through the clothes. “I guess this.” You held up a vest with intricate designs on it. 

“You made that?” Niall asked, walking over towards you, grabbing the clothing. 

“Yeah. It’s not that good though and-.” 

He shut you up by putting his fingers under your chin. “Stop saying that. This is amazing, (Y/N). Wow.” 

You bit your lip as you ran your thumb over the vest. “Thanks.” 

“So will you?” 

“Ni,” you sighed. 

And then he did something unexpected. He got on his knees and begged you. “Please (Y/N). Please. I want you to design my tour outfits. You can even just style me if you want and get the clothes from someplace else. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I guess I could use the experience.” 

Niall smiled. “So, you’ll do it?” 

“Yeah. I’ll do it!” 

He picked you up and hugged you, twirling you around your room. Your heart was fluttering in your chest. You wondered if he could feel it when he put you down and kissed you on the cheek. “Thank you. Oh, thank you, (Y/N)! And welcome to The Show.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggled..

“Just email me your information and stuff, so I can make sure my manager puts you on the payroll and stuff.” 

“Oh, no. You don’t have to pay me,” you chuckled. 

“Are you kidding? Yes, I do.” 

“Really. I’ll just do it as a favor to you,” you said. 

“(Y/N), I’m paying you. You’re part of this tour and you deserve compensation for your work, ok? No arguing.” 

You bit your lip as you heard Harry say from the doorway, “We could use the money for rent.” 

“Harry! This doesn’t involve you.” 

“Oh, but it does. I’m the one who suggested you to him,” he folded his arms. 

You looked at Niall, who nodded. “He did. I don’t know how I didn’t think of you on my own.” 

Your face got hot. You think of him every day, but that’s a different story. 

“Ok fine. What email do I need to send it to?” you asked, opening your phone notes. 

Niall smiled and typed it in, leaving his phone number and his manager’s underneath it. “Thank you again, (Y/N). I owe you big time.” 

“Oh, it’s no biggie really,” you shrugged. 

Niall looked at the time on his phone. “I’ve got to go, but text me with ideas and stuff, ok? I wanna know what you’re thinking.” 

Does he though? Does he really want to know what you’re thinking?

“Ok,” you squeaked out. 

Niall said goodbye to Harry and he shut your door as he walked his friend out. You kicked your feet and fell onto your bed, smiling. You pinched yourself to make sure this was real. Ow! Yep. Definitely real.

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You did nothing for the next week except sketch outfits to show Niall. He had texted you to ask you how it was going. You told him that you had a lot of ideas, but you couldn’t make anything yet because you needed his measurements.

So if you could send those to me ASAP, I’d appreciate it 🙂

I don’t know how to do that. Why don’t you come over and measure me?

Now?

Yeah. I’m not doing anything right now

Ok. Holy shit. Your heart was pounding. Yeah. Let me get some supplies and I’ll head right over.

Perfect. Do you need anything from me?

Dear God. You had to close your eyes and swallow. No, just be ready. 🙂 Do you need anything from me? I’m going to go get coffee. Do you want one?

Coffee sounds nice

Ok. Awesome. I’ll get you one

Thanks, darling

See you soon

You composed yourself, got dressed into skinny jeans, a v-neck t-shirt, and sneakers. You made sure your ponytail was sleek and smooth, brushed your teeth, grabbed your sketch pad, and headed out the door. The whole time you were in the drivethrough to get coffee, your heart was pounding. 

You finally got out of the drivethrough, two coffees sitting in a holder in your passenger seat, and headed to Niall’s apartment. You had been there before for parties and such, but you had never been there without Harry, or alone for that matter.

You took all of your supplies and coffees and headed to Niall’s penthouse. When you rang the bell, it took a little while for Niall to answer the door, but it was a big place, so you understood.

When he finally did get to the door, you were taken aback. He had messy bed head, gray sweatpants, and a very tight t-shirt on. “Hey,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you said breathlessly. 

“Let me take those,” Niall said, taking the tray of coffees from you and inviting you in. He put the cups on the counter, thanked you, and then took a sip from his. “So, let me see what you’ve got cooking.” 

“Um,” you tried to get your head on straight and realize what he just said. He smelled like vanilla and strawberries and it was making you dizzy. “Right,” you took your sketchbook out of your bag and showed him. 

Niall sat at the chair by his counter and opened your sketchbook before you could even grab it. He smiled at designs and nodded at the ones he really liked. “You’re so talented, (Y/N). This is insane.” 

Your face got hot at his compliment. “Thanks. If you have any other ideas, write them down or just tell me and I can sketch it out.” 

He shook his head. “I trust you. I like what I’m seeing so far.”

“O-ok.” 

“So, my measurements,” Niall said.

“Right,” you chuckled nervously, getting up. “Uh,” you rummaged through your bag to get a measuring tape. “Yeah. You should probably stand up.”

Niall chuckled and did what you asked. “Where should we go?” 

“What’s a good spot for you?”

“Here. The living room is spacious. Let’s go there,” he guided you over to his living room and then clapped his hands together. You put your bag and things down on the couch. Niall stood there with his hands on his hips. 

You cleared your throat. “Um, yeah. Ok. So, let me measure you.” 

“Should I take my shirt off?” he asked, his fingers at the hem on his tee.

“Uh, yeah. That’d probably be best,” you smiled nervously. 

“Right,” Niall slipped his shirt off and tossed it on the couch. 

Your mouth hung open and you swear you felt drool running down your lip. When you didn’t say anything for a good minute, Niall smirked. “Memorizing the abs for your next drawing?” 

“Huh?” you asked, finally making contact with his eyes. He had a devious smile on his face. “Yeah. Right,” you chuckled. “Um, ok. Let’s get you measured.” You took out your sketchpad and a pen, so you could write down the numbers and rested it on the coffee table. You picked up the measuring tape and told him to hold out his arms, so you could get his wingspan. Dear God, he was long. 

It was going well for now. When you wrapped the tape around his waist, his abs flexed and he giggled. “Sorry, your hands are cold.” 

“Oh, sorry!” you took your hands away quickly from his warm body and tried to shake them out to get them to normal temperature. 

“It’s ok, (Y/N),” he chuckled. 

“Right. Let me continue,” you said, clearing your throat. You put the measuring tape around Niall’s neck next and you saw his Adam’s Apple bob. 

“Geez (Y/N). If you’re going to choke me, at least take me to dinner first,” he smirked, winking. 

You chuckled nervously and your hand shakily wrote down the number. “Sorry. I didn’t think it was that tight.” 

Niall reached out and squeezed your arm. “I’m pulling your leg. You’re fine.” 

“Ok,” you said nervously, making sure you had all the numbers down. 

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” Niall asked, cocking his head to the side. 

“Me? Yeah. I’m great,” you smiled at him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure?” 

“Mmmhmm.”

“Then, why are you packing up?” he asked. 

“Huh? Cause I’m done,” you said.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah?” 

“I’m going to have to wear pants on tour,” Niall folded his arms. 

“Yeah. I know.” 

“So, shouldn’t you get those measurements too?” 

“Oh. Right,” you chuckled, unraveling the measuring tape. “Sorry. I think I’m just nervous.” 

“Nervous?” Niall raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah. About making clothes for you. I want them to turn out right.” You ran your hands down your pants. You were really nervous about Niall taking his pants off.

“(Y/N), you’ve got to stop doubting yourself. You are so talented, alright?” he said, putting his hand under your chin once again.

You tried to swallow, or smile, or say something, but all your body could register to do was nod.

“Shall we continue?” he asked. 

You nodded quicker and Niall removed his hands from your chin. He moved back a bit and took his sweatpants off, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You tried not to stare, you really did, but the outline of his cock was right there. And it was not something that could be missed. You’ve seen Niall in a bathing suit before, but this was… new territory. 

You swallowed. “Ready?” Niall asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled up at him. You put the tape around his waist first, which caused you to wrap your arms around him and have Niall smirk. You wrote down the number, trying not to make eye contact with your brother’s best friend. You did breathe in though at one point, and his smell nearly made your eyes roll back.

Your hands were no longer cold, the more you moved down his body. You measured his thighs, the length from his ankle to his waist, and everything else you needed. By the end, you felt like you had just finished a grueling workout with how much you were sweating.

By the time you wrote the last number down, your hand was shaky. You were literally eye level with his cock, as you were kneeling to get his measurements. And when you were done, you noticed it had filled out his underwear a bit more than when you started. 

“Ok. I’m all done now,” you got up and did not make eye contact with Niall. “I just need your shoe size.” 

“8,” he said. “Do you need some water or something? You’re sweating a lot. Are you sick?” 

You wrote down his shoe size, continuously scribbling over it. “No. I’m ok,” you said, without looking at him. “Thank you, Ni. Text me if you have any input on what you want to wear, ok?”

You put your bag on your shoulder and started to walk towards his front door. “You’re leaving?” you heard him call behind you. 

“Well, yeah. We’re finished, aren’t we?” 

“Are we?” he asked, his arms folded. 

You swallowed and turned around. “What do you mean?” 

“Why are you so anxious to leave all of a sudden?” 

“Well, my job’s done for now. Wanna get going on those designs, you know?” you chuckled nervously. When he didn’t say anything, you continued. “Plus, I don’t want to take up your day. You probably have a lot more important things to worry about.”

“This is important.”

You just nodded, not knowing what to say. 

“Will you stay for a bit? I have some wine,” Niall suggested. 

“Um, yeah. But, can you put some clothes on, please?” 

Niall smirked as he grabbed his pants. “Don’t like the view, hmm?”

No you did. That’s exactly why you needed him to put on some pants because he is your brother’s best friend and you had to eliminate the thoughts you had when you were kneeling in front of him. 

You swallowed. “Just let me know when I can look at you again.” 

“You can look at me anytime you want, darling,” Niall said, pulling his shirt back on.

You looked at Niall, now fully-clothed, and he smirked back at you, running his tongue over his lips. 

“I’ll-I’ll take that water now,” you stammered. 

“Mmmhmm,” he said, still looking back at you as he walked to his kitchen. He got your water and a glass of wine for him.

When he walked back to you with a full glass of water, you could feel your heart pounding. You took it in your shaky hand, suddenly parched. You gulped down the water as Niall watched you as he slowly sipped his wine. When you finished with the water, you handed the glass back to him. “Thank you.” 

“Sure,” he took it back, walking it back to the kitchen, and putting it in his dishwasher. 

You sat down on his couch for only a second because you felt like you were going to pass out. 

When he came back to you, he smiled. “Decided to stay, hmm?”

You bit your lip. “No. Actually I just felt a bit dizzy, so I needed to sit down for a second.” 

“Dizzy?” Niall asked, getting on his knees in front of you. “Can’t have that.” 

“I’m fine,” you said, running your hands over your face quickly. 

“How many fingers?” Niall asked holding up three of them.

“Um, six?” you joked.

He smirked. “I may need to nurse you back to health.” He put a hand up to your forehead. 

You swallowed again, loudly this time, and you think Niall noticed. 

“Seriously, are you ok?” he wondered, poking your shin with his finger. 

You let out a big sigh and closed your eyes. “Yes. I’m great.” 

When you opened them, he smiled. “Can’t have my stylist passing out on me. I might only go on stage in socks and undies.” 

“I don’t think your fans would hate that,” you looked down, smiling.

“You wouldn’t either, would you?” he winked. 

If you were drinking your water right now, you would have spit it out. How did you answer that?

“Ni…”

He just winked at you as he got up and stretched. He grabbed your sketchbook from the couch. “Now you can draw my abs properly for the next outfit.” You kicked him jokingly and he chuckled. “I’m just trying to ease the tension.” 

Tension? Was there tension? God, you needed to get out of here. 

You chuckled nervously. “Yeah,” you took the book back from him and put it in your bag. 

You stood up and when you did you were face to face with Niall, only a couple inches shorter than him. 

“Are you going to be ok with all this?” Niall whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“This?” You swallowed. 

He chuckled. “Seeing me almost naked every show to dress me.” 

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Please.” 

Niall had the biggest smirk on his face. “You’re very jumpy today.” 

“I told you I’m nervous.” 

“Because of me?” 

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” you nearly whispered. 

“Stop saying that, babe,” he poked you in the sides. “You could never disappoint me. I’m gonna look so sexy on stage no matter what.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes as he did a little dance. 

Niall took your hand and your heart nearly stopped. He kissed it gently. “Believe in yourself. You’re so talented.” 

You let out a shaky breath, ignoring his comment. “Well, I better get to work. We only have like a month left.” 

“Don’t exhaust yourself now,” he said, walking you towards the door. “And document your hours so you get paid for it.” 

“It’ll be a trial run,” you said. “To see if you like them.” 

“(Y/N),” he nearly growled while hanging onto the doorway. “You’re getting paid.” 

“Yes, sir,” you swallowed. 

Sir? What the hell were you saying? 

Niall smirked. He took your chin in his hand once again. “Good girl,” he winked. “Off you go.” 

Your legs forgot how to move. Your brain might have shut down as well. You turned quickly without saying another word and walked to the elevator. 

As you pressed the button and waited for the doors to open, you looked back at Niall’s door. He was still standing there, making sure you got on safely. 

You waved like an idiot and he waved back, beaming. The second you got on the elevator your legs literally buckled. Good girl? The wink. 

Lord, you were not going to survive this tour. 

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a niall horan one shot - the show famous niall almost three thousand words cw - sexual acts, sexual language, name calling, foul language, 18+

“So what’d you do to piss her off this time?”

Standing next to the small set of metal stairs, I can’t help but smile as I look to my left. “Oh you know— Decided to wear this and that instead of what I was scheduled to wear.”

“It’s no wonder she can’t stand you.” Shaking his head, he chuckles. “See you out there, mate.”

Without another word, I watch as he makes his way up the small stairs and gets settled in place, the rest of my band doing the same as we get prepared to give the crowd a show to remember.

Looking down at my shoes, I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

What I was supposed to wear and what I decided to wear are two different things.

It’s like if I listen closely I can already hear Reed Foster cursing under her breath, my name falling from those raspberry lips about how much she can’t stand me.

Ever since I met her there has been that electric buzz of tension between the two of us. To this day I’m still not sure what makes her despise me like she does, but I don’t really care. However that doesn’t mean I don’t try and mess with her any chance that I get.

Irritating her is like a game— One that I always win.

As I listen to the crowd on the other side of the curtain and the music starts to play, my feet carry me up the stairs and my hands pull the old and weathered cream colored guitar over my head before checking to make sure my earpieces are fitting correctly.

Taking my place, a flash of movement draws my attention to the side of the stage that I just came from, stealing my attention away for just a second.

“You are the absolute worst, Horan.”

Crossing her arms over her supple chest, Reed stares me down like she wants to murder me. Just the fire in her eyes sends heat flooding through my body.

She may hate me, but I can feel the heat in her gaze when she thinks that I don’t notice.

Just like she doesn’t know that it’s her face I see when I’m alone and need a release.

A secret for a secret, you could say.

For weeks I’ve been getting under her skin and just waiting for the moment it boils over— waiting for what it brings out of her.

Waiting for her to play.

So with a mischievous grin, I look over to her and wink, gaining an eye roll in the process. “Right back at ya, Foster.”

Even under the dim lighting I can see the way she rolls her eyes before turning on her heel, middle finger up in the air.

Fuck, I love a challenge.

Always have— always will.

—— Reed ——

Niall Horan was a pain in my ass.

I swear to god there wasn’t one day where he didn’t do something to piss me off.

From switching the stage outfits to hiding my things, it was a miracle that I hadn’t quit or punched him in that smug ass smile that was always there when I was around.

It didn’t matter that his blue eyes were the color of a perfect sky or that he always smelled like the most expensive, delicious cologne.

Niall was frustratingly handsome.

I knew he was attractive and it didn’t matter that I thought of him when I— No, fuck him.

“Do we have to go back?” The words fall off my tongue as I look across the table. “Because I’m fine with staying here.”

“We could stay if we wanted to get fired.” Laughing, my coworker turned best friend pulls cash out of her wallet.

Groaning, I pay for my tab and stand up to follow her out of the pub. “Maybe I want to get fired.”

“Please, don’t lie to me.” She grins over her shoulder as we climb into the back of the car waiting for us. “We both know you love your job.”

“Love the job, can’t stand the employer.” I manage to mumble under my breath as the car pulls away from the curb.

We left after the first couple songs of the show started, both of us knowing exactly how long we had to go get something to eat or a drink before we had to be back at the arena in time to have everything packed up and ready when it was over.

In the time we’ve been doing that— not once have we been late, but seeing how slow the traffic is moving, it looks like today could be our lucky day.

“I’m so sorry about that, ladies!” Our driver gives us a tight smile. “Normally it’s not so bad around here.”

Waving my hand in front of my face as we walk backwards, I plaster on a fake smile as I dig through my bad for my credentials. “Don’t worry about it!”

The two of us finally make it inside before going our separate ways, leaving me to gather up the last of the things that are in Niall’s dressing room, hoping that I can finish before he gets off stage. From the sound of it, I’m not going to make it considering that the unmistakable first few notes of Slow Hands reverberate through the building.

“Goddamn it.” I mumble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Working as fast as I can, dread pools in my belly knowing that everything won’t be finished by the time the show is over.

By the time Niall makes it back to this room.

With my back to the door and shoving things into the cases they belong in, the sound of the door opening doesn’t even register to me in my rush.

But the sound of a rough, low voice paired with an Irish accent does.

——Niall——

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Whirling around, Reed drops everything in her hands as I lean against the doorframe, the post-show adrenaline pumping the blood through my veins.

“Fuck you.” The words fall from her pouty lips. “I was just leaving.”

“Looks to me like you weren’t even close to leaving.” Stepping up to her, it’s impossible not to notice the way her eyes fall to my lips before they roam over my body. “See something you like, Reed?”

Snapping her gaze back to mine, those pretty eyes narrow. “Not a damn thing.”

“That doesn’t seem like the way you should talk to your boss, does it?” Pressing even closer to her, my tongue rolls across the inside of my cheek. “Besides— I think you’re lying.”

Once again, her eyes fall from mine and grace the edges of the cream colored top that I chose tonight, one that leaves my arms bare.

“You think you’re so full of yourself.” Her tone is venomous but her pupils dilate all the same. “I’m just packing up—“

Reaching behind her, I grab a handful of things from the suitcase and let them clatter to the floor, raising a brow at her. “Seems to me like you just wanted to spend some time with me.”

“Oh yeah? Who told you that?” She scoffs.

I love this game, the back and forth.

Reed is all bark and no bite… Although I don’t mind it a little rough from time to time.

Her pulse jumps under the smooth skin of her neck as a low laugh falls from my lips. “Nobody had to tell me, I could see it right here.” The tip of my finger brushes across her pulse, the wild rhythm beating under the callous that lies there. “Want to lie to me again, hm?”

“Can’t seem to recall a single day that I was excited to see you.” She laughs, letting her finger draw a gentle path down the inside of my arm. “Must suck for you, doesn’t it?”

We’ve drifted even closer to each other over our verbal sparring, leaving us only a couple inches apart, her lips inviting me in.

“What are you gonna do?” Taking the chance, I nip her bottom lip, the whimper from the back of her throat traveling straight to my groin. “Be a brat? Be a good girl?”

She doesn’t even give me an answer before the tension bursts between us, her lips finding mine in a kiss that is anything but gentle. I can't help but groan at the minty taste of her or the way her small hands fist the front of the silky sleeveless shirt I wear.

“Fuck.” My words are short as she pulls in my bottom lip with her teeth. “Always knew you were full of fire.”

My lips fall from hers, traveling across her jaw and down to the hollow at the base of her throat, a moan coming from her lips when I harshly suck the skin into my mouth to mark her.

“Niall—“

“Yeah?” I nip her earlobe. “Keep saying my name— I like the way it sounds.”

Gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, a groan sounds from deep in my chest as she stands in front of me in the laciest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’ve been hiding all of this from me?” I say, my fingertips toying with her pebbled nipples through the fabric. “Pretending you hate me?”

Glassy eyes find mine as Reed tries to catch her breath. “I do hate you—“

“Liar.” Bringing my hand up to her throat, I let it rest against her skin for just a moment before she gives me a subtle nod, only then letting my fingers press gently into the sides. “I guess if you hate me so much you don’t want any of this, do you?”

Silence settles between us, her swallow thick under my palm.

“Get to work, Reed.” I let go of her. “Take this belt off.”

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers fall to the belt around my waist, the sound of the metal barely heard over our heavy breathes.

“When you get this belt off, I want you to get on your fucking knees, yeah?” Using my finger, I lift her chin so that she meets my gaze. “Did you hear me?”

Reed nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Fire races through my blood.

“Yes, sir.” She says like the good girl she is.

As my pants fall to the ground, I reach behind my and pull my top off and throw it somewhere behind me, too worked up by the sight of the woman on her knees before me.

“Tell me, Reed—“ Brushing my thumb across her bottom lip, I push it inside her mouth and groan at the feel of her warm, wet mouth. “Are you gonna suck me off like the slut you are? Gonna be good for me?”

With a nod, she swirls her tongue around the tip of my finger.

“Good. Take off the rest of my clothes.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she reaches up and tucks her fingers into the waistband of the black briefs doing nothing to conceal how fucking desperate I am to be in her mouth. My cock juts towards my stomach as I step out of the fabric, wrapping my fingers around the silky skin. The pearly drop at my tip shines under the lights of the dressing room as I watch Reed take in the sight before her. From here, I can see her legs shift as if she’s trying to get her own relief from the tension between us.

“Is this what you want?” Leaning forward, I spread the drop across her bottom lip. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes… I want it, Niall.” Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me.

I smirk down at her. “Beg for it, slut.”

“I—“ Reed takes a deep breath. “Please fuck my mouth, please. I want to feel you down my throat.”

“Are you going to keep acting like you hate me? Like you haven’t wanted me down that pretty little throat for weeks?” Raspy and low, my voice sounds like it’s been drug through gravel. “Keep going, let me hear you praise me, Reed”

Her chest expands with a deep breath before her tongue darts out to taste the moisture left there, those pretty eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t— Please. I think about you when my hand is between my legs— Niall—“

“Open your fucking mouth.” Impatience travels through my body. “Take this and shut the fuck up.”

Those lips open and I don’t waste any time pressing my hips forward, watching as she takes my cock into her mouth like that’s all she’s ever wanted. Immediately she brings her hand up to mine, moving it out of the way so that she can circle her dainty fingers around me.

“There you go—“ Fisting her hair, the strands are soft and silky against my skin. “Letting me use you like a pathetic slut to get off.”

Reed moans around me at my words, the reverberation sending a chill up my spine. The combination of her lips wrapping around me and her hand feels euphoric.

“Niall—“ Pulling back, Reed drags her tongue along the vein that maps out the underside of my length. “I want more—“

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask in a low laugh, watching her nod as she circles her tongue around the tip of my cock. “Only good girls get fucked, Reed. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Please—“

Gripping her hair even tighter, I shake my head. “Shut up and open that pretty little throat.”

Surprisingly, she does what I say.

This time I can tell she’s waiting for me to take control… So I do.

Thrusting my hips forward, a string of curses fall from my lips as I feel myself hit the back of her throat over and over, the pleasure so intense that I can feel it traveling up my spine at a rapid pace.

Looking down, Reed’s dark lashes are clumped together from her tears, the pressure of feeling me so deep causing her to gag and contract around me as I push even deeper.

“Fuck— Just like that—“ I tilt my head back. “Keep choking on my cock like that.”

Pressing forward, I let my hips rest for a couple of seconds, feeling her throat grip me again before pulling out enough so that she can catch her breath.

“You okay?” Checking in with her, she nods before reaching for me again. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Who knew all it would take to shut you up would be to stuff your mouth with my cock?”

Moaning around me, watch as she slips her hand under the hem of the black leather skirt, another whimper coming from the back of her throat as her eyes meet mine.

“There you go, get yourself off while I fuck your mouth.” Sweat drips down my skin. “Shit— Good girl, Reed— You feel so good.”

Tears fall down her face as she moans around me, her hand moving as she brings herself to her own peak, making me realize that Reed Foster might be one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen.

Maybe I’ve just been blind by wanting to get on her nerves, but now seeing all the valleys and curves of her body displayed in front of me it makes me feel like maybe I need more.

“Fuck, Reed—“ I groan, the words like gravel. “I’m so close. Are you going to take what I give you? Swallow everything?”

As soon as she nods, the balloon at the base of my spine pops into a sea of euphoria as I empty myself down her throat, feeling like it might never stop.

“Good god.” Pulling my hips back, I run my hand through my hair. “That was—“

Meeting my gaze, Reed uses her thumb to catch a drop of my release that spilled out of her mouth, flattening her tongue to taste the last bit that she can. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Come here.” Bending down, I slide my hands under her arms to pull her up to stand. “You did so good.”

A soft smile pulls across her face, the lights of the dressing room playing off the sheen of sweat on her body. “Thank you.”

Looking behind me, I see the door that leads to the personal shower and before I can stop myself or overthink, I tug her hand and pull me with her.

She may have hated me before, but she won’t hate me after I give her what she just gave me.

On a night like tonight, everything changes.

Starting now.

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If you did do a part 2 to the Niall smut, may I suggest that you pick up where you left off and Niall starts screwing y/n's brains out, making her go dumb. And he starts making her describe watching him perform and what she liked and how it turned her on. And then he makes her admit how good he is and how big he is. And finally, after making her cum a couple times, he asks her if she wants to taste his cum again, and after she sheepishly says yes, he makes her admit that she loved the taste of it and that she needs more. :0 Side note: I know it can be frustrating to not get tons of notes, but most Niall stans are on Twitter/TikTok/Instagram these days. Harry has a bigger audience in general, so you can't expect the same numbers. Niall is very popular (clearly, since he's doing arena shows), but not as mainstream. I can tell you, as a Niall fan, I SOO appreciate your writing, and I'm sure others would say the same!! Thank you!!!!

please read part 1 before you read this!

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, a bit of degrading i guess, male receiving oral, cocky Niall, cursing. just don't read if you're under 18!

wc: 1203

"I know and I'm going to fuck you like I hate you," Niall said, before putting his cock inside of you.

You gripped onto the back of the couch, throwing your head back as his length stretched you out. You tried to act like you weren't enjoying it, but damn, he was a good fuck.

You licked your now dry lips as Niall grunted above you. "Still hate me now, hmm sweetheart?"

"I'm not your sweetheart," you said breathlessly.

"Mmm no? You're sure gripping my cock like ya are."

"Shut up. Just shut up and fuck me," you said.

Niall chuckled as he pounded into you. He pulled your face towards him and kissed your lips, not letting up on the pace.

"Just admit that my cock is big and that you love it."

"Your cock is the only thing I like on you," you blurted out.

"I don't think that's true," he gave you a spank. Your privates were slamming together, the wet sounds lewd. "No. Because you were watching me out there. I saw you."

"I have to," you swallowed. "for my job."

"Mmmm. But, you didn't have to stare."

"I didn't."

"Sweetheart if you lie to me, I won't let you cum," Niall threatened.

"You can't control that," you said, in between his hard thrusts.

Niall was pulling his cock out until just the tip was inside you and he stopped his hips.

"No! No!" you turned trying to put his cock back inside of you. "Please."

Niall pulled your hair, causing you to look at him, your mouth agape. "Admit that you like watching me on stage and I'll let you cum."

You found the strength to roll your eyes. You really didn't want to, but you also wanted his cock back inside of you. The tip of his cock was poking at your hole and it was making your eyes flutter.

"Your arms looked really good out there," you admitted. "I could see them flexing when you played the guitar."

"What else?" Niall asked, as he pushed his cock a bit further in.

"Your little dances are stupid, but they make me chuckle."

"Good," he was nearly halfway in now.

You licked your lips.

"I like when the light is shining on you cause I can see you sweating," you closed your eyes at that one, hating to admit it.

"I know you do, you fucking slut," he said, pulling your hair more.

You whimpered and Niall smirked.

"Is that it?"

You swallowed. "And I love your cock. Please put it back in."

Niall smirked. "Open."

You opened your mouth and Niall spit into it. "Man, you'll do anything I say if I fuck you, hmm?"

Niall put himself all the way back in and you moaned.

"Again."

You opened your mouth and Niall spit into you. "Swallow," he told you. And you did just that.

He smirked and gripped onto your hips fucking you hard. He was literally fucking you like he hates you. You had to grip onto the couch, which was hitting the wall, to keep steady.

Niall felt you clenching around him. He whispered in your ear. "Need to cum, hmm? Cum on my cock, baby."

You shook violently. You clenched a few times and came on his cock.

When your high subsided, you thought he was going to pull out. But, he didn't.

"Niall," you reached back.

"Give me one more," he growled.

"I can't," you nearly cried.

"Yes, you can," he spanked you. "And you will."

You whined as Niall fucked you harder. He pulled your hair, which caused your head to fall back, and he planted a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You don't know how much longer he fucked you for, but you were already coming undone again. And Niall could tell because you were squeezing his cock.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me," he said through gritted teeth.

You came once again, as much as you hated to admit it. This time before you could even process your orgasm, Niall was pulling out. You whined. You didn't want Niall to hear you whining, but you think he did because he smirked.

He backed away from you. "Come here."

You turned around and saw Niall in the middle of the room, stroking his cock.

You reluctantly got off the couch and came over to him. "On your knees," Niall said.

You did as he said and got on your knees in front of him. "By the end of this, you're going to love the taste of my cum."

You almost gagged. "No thank you."

Niall let out a breath through his nose. "I'd hate to have to call your boss and tell them of misconduct."

Reluctantly, you grabbed onto his cock and stroked it.

"There we go. Good girl," Niall praised you.

"No. Don't."

"Cause it gets you wet, hmm?"

You rolled your eyes. "Can we just get this over with please?"

Niall pointed down to your hand. "You're basically in charge now."

You scoffed.

"It'd go faster if you just... choked on it a bit."

"God! You're disgusting."

Niall smirked as you put his cock in your mouth. "Fuck yes! That's it."

He put his hands on the back of your head and forced you onto his cock. You were, in fact, choking on it and Niall moaned at the sight. "Look at you, whore. God, I know you're loving this."

You rolled your eyes and tapped Niall's thigh, indicating that you needed him to let go. When he did, you pulled off and coughed, trying to catch your breath.

He let you. And when you were fine again, he grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed it against your lips. "Come on. I got you off twice. You can make me cum too."

"Uck," you grabbed his cock again and moved your mouth over it fast. Aside from deep throating him, you also massaged his balls to speed up the process. And that method worked because Niall's legs began to shake.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes! You better swallow it all, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes at the name.

Niall took his cock and stroked it on your tongue. "I know you love how I taste, darling."

And before you had time to react, Niall was cumming down your throat.

"Swallow," Niall demanded.

You did, flinching at the taste.

"Open."

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. "Good."

He helped you up. "I'm going to take a shower now. You can join or you can leave."

"Uck. No thank you."

"Suit yourself," a naked Niall walked around his dressing room.

After he threw away his trash from his food, he got into the shower. You heard the water running.

"Fuck it," you said, running into the bathroom and opening the curtain.

"Back for round 2?" Niall smirked.

"No. I need your smell off me," you turned around, putting shampoo in your hair.

"Mmmmhmm," Niall said, running the soap across his chest.

There was actually not any funny business in the shower. But, somehow, you wound up in Niall's bed on the tour bus that night.

You were so glad he only came around once a year.

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sweet spot

a niall horan short story part one of six / six thousand words-ish nsfw, 18+

“I’m going to get another drink!”

I smile at my friends before turning away from the round table we’ve been sitting at, cutting my way through the crowded bar full of people dressed in various shades of green.

St. Patrick’s Day was the day to go out.

This year, for once, it fell on a Sunday which was the only day that I was off work.

Not that I was complaining— Owning my own bakery was the one and only thing that I had ever wanted and dreamed of.

So this morning when a couple of my closest friends asked if I wanted to go out with them later that night, the only obvious answer was yes.

“What can I get for you?” Looking up at me with a wide smile, the girl behind the bar mixes a couple of drinks before pushing the one in her hand right to the girl next to me.

Biting on my bottom lip, my eyes scan over the rows of liquor bottles lined up behind her. “I’ll just take an old fashioned with an extra cherry, please!”

“You got it, babe.”

Turning her back to me and pouring my drink, I lean against the dark wooden bar top to wait. While I’ve made my rounds to different pubs and bars over the years, I’d never been to Wilson’s before. It was full of sports memorabilia and vintage Guinness signs.

As my eyes take in everything around me, I realize one more thing that this bar has that none of the others have ever had.

Him.

Jesus Christ.

Even from here I can tell his eyes are light— a contrast to the dark chestnut color of his hair that curls out from the bottom of the Boston Red Sox hat perched on top of his head.

Sitting with a small group much like my own, the moment his eyes meet mine from across the distance something shifts deep inside my belly.

Heat blooms across my cheeks as I look away, focusing my vision on the baseball game playing on the television to my left, only I definitely couldn’t tell you a single thing on it.

“See something you like?”

Whipping around at the sound of a low, Irish accent, I find myself face to face with the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

If I thought he was captivating from across the room?

That was nothing compared to standing right next to him.

Under the brim of his hat, those eyes are so blue that it takes my breath away especially when the golden ring around his pupil catches the light when his fingers grip the brim of his hat and turn it backwards.

Fuck me.

“I—Um—“ Words evade me as he looks over the features of my face, those eyes falling to my lips for the longest few seconds of my life.

Running his hand over the dark scruff lining his jaw, it does nothing to hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his full lips. “Cat got your tongue?”

This time I realize it’s my turn to let my eyes linger where they shouldn’t as a smug smile pulls on the corner of my own lips.

“Niall.” Holding his hand out to me, goosebumps travel up my arms at the electric touch between us. “And you?”

Just as I go to answer, the drink I ordered slides in front of me, looking so refreshing that I can’t help but pick one of the cherries out and bite it between my teeth, my tongue catching the drop of cherry flavored whiskey from my bottom lip.

“Willow.”

His thoat bobs against his swallow, that thick accent rough and low as he pushes closer to me as someone slides up to the bar behind him, repeating my name back to me as if he was imagining the taste of it on his own tongue. “Willow.”

I’ve never met someone who I’ve been able to fall into a conversation with so quickly. It feels like we stand there forever, slowly drifting closer and closer to each other. The smell of his vetiver and bergamot cologne becomes more and more intoxicating as time goes on.

“So, this is your holiday?” Taking a sip of the amber liquid from my glass, I look up at him through my lashes as the last rays of the sun filter through the old stained glass windows of the bar.

His laugh is loud and full before he leans a little closer to be heard over the noise, his tone playful with something else hidden under the surface. “I guess that depends.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips when Niall reaches out, his finger boldly tracing the thin green strap over my shoulder before following the path of my collarbone. “On what?”

A final peak of the sun hits the gold hoop in his ear just before he leans forward, his soft lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me because I’m Irish?”

“I don’t know—“ Reaching forward, my middle finger tucks into the pocket of his jeans as I look up at him, my head tilting to the side. “Are you gonna kiss me if I’m not?”

Time stands still between us as Niall glances behind him, towards the table of friends he left behind, his hand dropping to my waist where the tips of his fingers slide just barely under the top of my jeans. “Maybe not on the lips— But I can think of some other places I’d like to get my mouth.”

“Here?” This time it’s my turn to look behind me, towards my friends. “I—“

“Well, I’m not opposed to that.” His voice sounds laden with honey. “I won’t lie, Willow— You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.”

A blush crowds the apples of my cheeks as I push a lock of hair behind my ear. “I could say the same about you, Niall.”

“Will they miss you?” Blue eyes look over the top of my head as he looks towards my friends. “Because I know the guys at my table won’t miss me.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “They’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t a stranger to a one night stand— in fact, I feel like that’s what I preferred.

Working the hours at the bakery mixed with helping my sister, it just worked out that way. Plus it never really bothered me to be single.

There was something about Niall that felt honest.

Deep in those sapphire eyes with their golden sunset, there was a feeling in my gut of trust.

Ever since I was younger I’d always had intuition that was rarely ever wrong, something that I held close to my heart, letting myself lean into those feelings.

“So what do you say, Willow?” That brilliant smile splits across his perfect features, a couple of small crinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

“Are you asking me to make an Irish exit?” A laugh bubbles out from my lips as I look up to him.

With a shrug of his shoulders, that hand resting along the top of my hip slides along the rough material on my jeans before his fingers dip into the waistband, pulling my body flush with his as his lips brush across my jaw. “Is it still an Irish exit if you leave with someone who’s Irish?”

“Mm, maybe not.” My words come on an exaggerated breath— one not meant for the public to hear. “Let me just send my location to my friends and tell them I’m leaving.”

Niall nips my earlobe. “I can't stop thinking about what I’ll do when I’m alone with you.”

Pulling some cash out of my wallet and pushing it across the bar, I listen to the fire blazing through my blood as I thread my fingers through his, looking up at him with a smile.

“I can't wait to find out.”

_________

I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

The entire ride in the back of the taxi to Niall’s house was like the ultimate tease of his attention.

From the words he whispered against my skin to the way his hands rested heavy on my thigh, his pinky just teasing along the seam of my jeans.

His lips hadn’t even met mine and I already knew just how impactful it would be when they do.

God, how fucking god they’ll feel.

On my lips.

On my skin.

When his hand finds mine as he says goodbye to our driver, butterflies flood my belly as he guides me in front of him to the front door of a quaint bungalow style house complete with a blooming garden.

“Fucking finally.” My body presses into his front door as he reaches into his pocket, the sound of metal keys cutting through the crisp air. “When I saw you— Standing at that bar— All I could think about was getting you here, with me.”

One hand wraps around my waist as the other pushes the key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the heavy door. As much as I’d like to look at everything inside, that idea falls flat when Niall grips me by the hips, spinning us around and pushing my back into the door as it slams shut.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? With where this is going?” Cupping my jaw, his thumb presses under my chin to bring my gaze to his. “If we’re going to do this— Together— I want you to be vocal, okay? I want to hear you answer me and tell me what you want, what you need. Can you do that for me, Willow?”

I swallow the nerves building up, nodding my head, my tongue rolls over my body lip. “Yes— Yes, I can do that. Please, Niall—“

“Come here.”

When the space between us closes, his lips on mine, I swear to god it feels like the earth starts to spin in reverse.

Soft and supple, Niall moves his lips along with mine as if he’d been doing just that for years. I can't even contain the whimper that falls from my own lips when his tongue teases across my top lip as his hands slide under the thin top that I pulled on this morning.

Just feeling his skin against mine sends a wave of goosebumps across my body, making me arch my back to push myself even closer to his warm body, feeling the heat emanating from him.

“Fuck.” His teeth pull on my bottom lip, just enough pressure to send a jolt through my nervous system. “I could stand here and kiss you all night, Jesus Christ.”

“Mhm.” Is my only reply as my lips travel from his and across the scruff lining his jaw, down to the spot under his golden earring, pulling the skin between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. “But then I wouldn’t get to see this.” Dropping one of my hands, I cup him through his jeans and listen to the low groan from deep in his throat. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“Yeah? You want to see my cock nice and hard for you— Is that it?” Niall pulls back just enough to meet my gaze as his hands fall from under my shirt. “I’m going to ask you some questions, okay?”

“Okay.” Breathless, I feel the electricity as it buzzes underneath my skin.

“Is anything off limits for you?” Working the button of my jeans, he keeps those blue eyes on mine.

Shaking my head, I feel my heart rate skipping a beat. “No.”

“Good.” A smile plays at the corner of his lips as the unmistakable sound of his fingers pulling down the zipper fills the space around us. “Do you need a safe word just in case?”

“N—No.” I shake my head again. “I don’t.”

A small nod is the only response I get before Niall drops down in front of me, looking up at me from his knees, his fingers curling around the edge of my pants before pulling them down to reveal the skimpy lacy covering my center.

“Jesus Christ.” Strong hands drag up my thighs as his eyes go wide. “This incredible body is just for me tonight, is that right?”

Through dark lashes framing his eyes, the blue fades out as the darkness of his pupils expand. “For tonight, yeah.”

“Are you going to leave that pretty green top on? Or take it off?” The very top of his finger traces the edge of the black lace, making my thighs inadvertently rub together. “Don’t worry— I’ll take care of you.”

Gripping the edges of my shirt and pulling it off, I drop it next to where my shoes and my jeans sit in a small pile, my hand reaching out to run through Niall’s dark hair.

When the soft light from the lamp across the living room catches the silver barbells through my nipples, his eyes close as he tilts his face up to the ceiling, almost like he’s in need of his own savior.

“Willow.” My name falls off his lips on a groan, one from deep inside his chest. “God.”

With my back still against the front door, a small gasp leaves me when Niall’s lips press against my skin, small kisses dancing across my thighs and the soft nips from his teeth adding to the sensation.

“Look at you— Soaking wet.” Dragging his finger over the center of the damp fabric, I tilt my head back when he presses his fingertips to my clit. “I bet you taste sweet, so fucking sweet.”

“Maybe if you quit talking you’ll find out.” I answer.

Niall scoffs, looking up at me. “So the pretty girl from the bar has a bratty side, does she?”

Hooking his finger into the lace and pulling it to the side, I can’t help the way my lips pop open as his tongue moves through my center, the tip of his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit before pulling away.

“Niall—“

“You know, I like brats.” Pressing a soft kiss to my thigh, his nails drag down the back of my thighs before peeling the scrap of material from my body. “So by all means— Keep going.”

Before I can formulate a response, he buries his face between my legs and when he suctions his lips around my clit, it feels like all I can do is not to unravel right then and there. Burying my hands in his hair, I moan out as he goes back and forth between tracing mindless patterns across the sensitive nerve and flicking his tongue in a rhythm that doesn’t even seem humanly possible.

“So fucking sweet.” Resting his head on my lower stomach, I take a second to catch my breath before feeling his finger as he drags it through the wetness he’s created. “I bet this cunt is so tight, so warm.”

Pressing one finger inside, he only draws it back to add a second one before hooking them both forward and finding the spot that only those few and far between have been able to find.

“Niall, oh god—“ Letting go of his soft brunette waves, I let my fingers slide up my belly until they find the silver piercings on my chest, messing with them to add another level to the pleasure he’s giving me. “That feels so good, so damn good.”

“Let me.” Moving my hands out of the way, he grips my heavy breast in his hand before flicking the metal and making me cry out. “Put your hands up— Over your head.”

I do as I’m told just as he finds his home between my legs again, the sounds coming from the back of his throat making me whimper louder than I even knew was possible. Especially when he lifts my leg over his shoulder, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he eats me with fervor— as if he hasn’t had a drop of water in a desert for years.

“Are you going to come for me like this? Against my front door?” Nipping the sensitive nerve, I feel my walls flutter against his fingers. “How many times has someone made you come before, Willow?”

My eyes flutter closed as he sucks and licks me like never before, his fingers pressing harder inside of me. “Thr—Fuck, three.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Those words are the last ones I hear before he brings me to a pleasure I’ve never known.

“Fuck!” Letting my mouth fall open, I cry out as my orgasm crashes through my body. “Niall.“

He stands up to tower over me, cupping my jaw and letting his fingers dig into my cheeks, a silent question.

When I nod and open my mouth, he lets his saliva mixed with my release gather on his tongue before letting it fall into my waiting mouth.

“Perfect— You are literally perfect.” Crashing his lips to mine, when his hands slide down my thighs, I let him wrap them around his waist before he turns us away from the door. “I’m going to have so much fun making a mess out of you— wrecking you.”

His lips move against mine in a slower kiss than before, taking his time.

I pull back from him just enough to see the dark walls of his bedroom, the bed looking like a cloud from the fluffy sheets and the half made duvet spread across the top.

Niall sits in the edge of the bed, his hands moving across my ass at the same time he drops his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh, yes.” Barely a whisper, the sensation of his warm mouth along with his tongue flicking across the metal makes me arch my back. “More.”

Releasing one and doing the same with the other, he pulls away too soon. “Get on your knees first.”

“And if I say no?” I gripping the hair at the base of his neck, I pull until he has to tilt his head back to look up at me. “If I want to be a brat?”

A low laugh falls from his lips as he stands to his full height, turning so that he can drop me down onto the bed, reaching out and grabbing a fist full of my hair just hard enough that I feel the sting in my scalp.

From my scalp all the way to the spot between my legs.

“You want to be difficult? That’s fine.” Working the button of his pants, I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. “You can be difficult with my cock down your throat, yeah?”

When he releases my hair, his hands make quick work of his pants and briefs, shoving them to the floor and kicking them off to be forgotten until later before grabbing his shirt and adding that to the pile.

Just the sight before me makes me whimper.

A perfect amount of dark hair dusts across his chest and even matches the trimmed hair that leads to the most perfect cock that I’ve ever seen.

“Go on, put your mouth on me.” Gripping himself in his left hand, Niall presses the tip of his cock to my bottom lip, using it to pull it down to release it with with a pop. “Let me see how well I fit.”

Opening my mouth, I flick my tongue along the underside of his length, looking up at him through my lashes before closing my lips around him and drawing him in.

“Holy shit.” Dropping his hand, he threads it through my hair instead. “Just like that, baby.”

The small amount of praise makes me take him deeper, letting my tongue run along the thick vein that decorates him. His hand in my hair tightens as he hits the back of my throat, a moan breaking through his lips.

“Open your throat for me, I know you can take more than that.” Niall demands.

Doing just that, I let my jaw relax and when he pushes even further, the intrusion makes my throat restrict— gagging around him and feeling tears rush to the corners of my eyes.

“Again—“

Pushing forward, this time I let him rest at the back of my throat for a couple more seconds before pulling back, using my fist to work him over as I catch my breath.

I don’t waste time before taking him back in my mouth, keeping my eyes on his as I taste the saltiness of him, wishing more than anything he would give me everything— to let me swallow everything he could give me.

“I can’t—“ Shaking his head, Niall pulls back. “You’re mouth feels too good, Will—“

The shortened version of my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, ones that I immediately have to tamper down at the reminder that this is what it is.

One night.

A nickname means nothing.

“You’re ruining my fun.” I say with a pout, looking up at him.

“I am?” He grins as he looks down at me, his tongue rolling across the inside of his cheek as I nod. “Fuck, then around and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Eager to please, I maneuver around the mattress until I face away from him, letting my palms run across the soft sheets until they extend in front of me while Niall drops his hands to my ass.

“Willow, were you being honest when you said nothing was off the table for you?” Smooth palms work small circles across my skin.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch Niall’s gaze looking at where he wants to be buried, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I was being honest— Do your worst, Niall.”

Before I can finish my last breath, he raises his palm and brings it down across my skin making me cry out at the sting of pain.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, bending to press a kiss to the area. “ Feel good?”

“Yes, yes—“

Another sting across the opposite side, this one harder than the other as he squeezes my flesh in his hand. “Good, good girl.”

After a few more stinging strikes, I can feel my arousal as it drips between my thighs, the need for him so strong that I don’t know how to even possibly control it.

“Niall, I need more— Please, give me more.” I beg.

“Tell me now… Do you want me to get a condom?” Voice thick, his lips press to the middle of my bare back as he bends over me, letting his hands run over my breasts and toy with my nipples. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No, no.” Shaking my head, I breathe out. “I get tested and I’m clean.”

“I am too.” Warm breath skates across my back. “I can show you the results.”

Rolling my lips together, I whimper. “Don’t make me wait— I need to feel you inside of me.”

Niall presses one last kiss to the center of my back before I feel the blunt head of his cock as he runs it through my center, coating himself in me.

If I thought he was going to say something— I was wrong.

Instead, he grips my hips in his hands and buries himself so deep inside of me that my cries seem to ricochet off the walls from feeling him filling me.

“So fucking perfect.” He says, pulling out to the very tip before slamming back into me and pulling my ass up to meet his thrusts. “My cock fits so well inside you. Can you feel how greedy this little cunt is, huh?”

“Oh— Oh my god—“ A moan slips from my lips as he punishes me for things I haven't even done, his grip no doubt leaving bruises of his fingertips behind. “Fuck, Niall. You’re so fucking deep.”

From behind me, I can hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, each one more punishing and relentless than the last. Niall lets his hands slide from my hips to my ass, moving just right so that when I hear the spit leave his lips and land perfectly on his cock, I feel myself racing towards another climax.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to give me another one of your pretty moans? Coat my cock?” Bringing his palm down against my skin, my knuckles turn white as I grip the sheets. “Who would have known you were this fucking filthy.”

“Right there, please don’t stop!” The cry from my lips leaves my mouth open as I choke around the moan that follows it. “I’m going to come again. Oh fuck, right there. Please.”

Niall buries himself with such power that my release lets go, barreling towards the finish line as my teeth bite down on the comforter as I push my face into the bed. “God, Willow— You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, holy fuck.”

He pulls out of me only to pull me to the edge of the bed and roll me over, sinking himself back inside of me, making my back arch off the bed while my hands reach for anything to hold onto.

“I could spend days buried inside of you and not get enough.” Meeting my gaze, Niall slows his thrust as he rolls his hips, grinding the base of his cock against my clit. “A night isn’t enough. Play with those pretty piercings for me, Will, please.”

Using both of my hands, I pinch and play with the sensitive peaks, giving the attention that I love and loving the way his eyes feel as they travel from my eyes all the way down my body to watch where he sinks inside of me.

“Harder, I need it harder—“ I say, biting my bottom lip.

Niall leans over the bed, his hand wrapping around the base of my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my airway. “You want to be fucked like a slut? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Only able to nod, my voice catches in my throat as he picks up his pace and thrust into me so hard that my back slides up the sheets of the bed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he hovers over me, those blue eyes flaring with unbridled lust. “How’s that?”

“So good.” I moan, my nails scratching down his chest and over the muscles of his stomach. “I feel, god. Your cock feels so good.”

“I’ve never been buried inside someone that feels like this.” He moans, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “Strangling my fucking cock. and trying to kill my for everything I have.”

Dragging his hands away from my neck, his hand splays wide across my chest as he pushes me into the mattress. “Come on baby, I can feel you ready to soak me again— Give it to me, let me have it.”

“No. I want—“

Niall groans as he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing it in deep enough that I gag before he drops it to my clit, working circles around the nerve as I cry out his name so loud that if he had neighbors close enough they’d never have to wonder what his name is.

“Stop being difficult, fuck.” Thrusting into me, he drops his head to mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Come around me, now.”

Giving over the control of my body, Niall fucks me as I release around him again, coating his cock and soaking the sheets as he drops his head to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth.

“There you go, look how perfect you are when you listen.” Low and rough, his voice is like gravel. “Such a fucking good girl for me, Willow.”

I nod, feeling empty as he pulls out of me and grips my knees, pushing them apart to look down at my weeping cunt, the mess he created.

“Fuck.”

Dropping down, he wastes no time before taking my clit into his mouth, the suction so hard that it sends me spiraling into another orgasm and coating his tongue with my release, making me squirm on the sheets.

“Niall, I— I can’t, my god—“

“Get up, let me see you dripping for me.” Niall runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m not done with you.”

“I—“

“Now.” His palm cracks across the side of my breast, making my breath ragged as he fists his cock, taking a step back from the bed and reaching for my ankle to drag me to the edge. “Stand up and bend over. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

I scramble to stand up, my legs already feeling weak as he grips my hips and turns us to face the dresser along his wall, the oversized mirror hanging above it.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you in this mirror— Watch as I fill this cunt to the brink with me, do you understand me?” Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice— he tugs on it when I don’t answer. “Fucking answer me, you slut.”

Nodding, I rest my elbows along the top of the dresser. “Give it to me, please.”

“There’s that nice girl I met at the bar.” He smiles at me. “You are so perfect, so beautiful.”

Slower than anything else we’ve done tonight, Niall pushes inside of me; it feels like every single ridge and vein touches the right spot inside of me, filling me up so full that it brings tears to my eyes.

“You gonna cry over this cock?” Pushing harder, Niall places his hands on the outside of my arms flat on top of the dresser, the heat between our bodies an inferno as his sweat slicked skin moves across mine. “Cry over how fucking good we fit— Cry over how well you’re taking me— Taking me so deep?”

Shaking my head, I find his eyes in the mirror. “I can’t—“

“You can.” Niall presses forward, my legs shaking as he reaches around to bring his fingers to my clit and working the sensitive nerve into tight circles. “You can take it, and you fucking will.”

“Niall—“

“You’re going to come all over me again and then l’m going to fill this perfect pussy so full that you’ll be dripping down your thighs for me.” For the first time, his voice falters as I feel his thrusts foster for just a second. “Then maybe I’ll be done with you.”

Pushing up onto the tips of my toes, the new angle causes me to cry out, my hands sliding along the wood and pushing a stack of shirts to the floor at the same time that Niall’s scream blends with mine as he empties himself so deep inside of me that it feels like I can’t breath.

Fucking me through both of our orgasms, I feel the tears as they stream down my cheeks at the same time I gasp for air to fill my lungs.

“Fuck, Willow— Fuck—“ Niall grips my hips as he slowly pulls out of me, his eyes trained between my legs. “Look at that.”

Dropping to his knees, I let my head fall onto my arm. “God.”

“I made such a mess of you.” Using his thumbs, he pulls me apart to watch as his release runs down the inside of my thighs. “I’ve never seen someone look so good coated in me, dripping my come.”

“Niall.” The words from my lips are hoarse as he stands up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my spent body into his. “I’m so— so tired.”

“You did so good, baby.” Pressing a kiss to my temple, I let myself sink into his arms knowing that it’s a chance I won’t get again. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Carrying me to the bathroom, I don’t protest when he starts a bath and helps me climb inside, the warm water soothing me into a post sex state that I have never experienced before.

As he runs his hands over my body with a lavender body wash, I let my head rest against his chest from where he sits behind me, listening to him as he keeps telling me how good I was.

How good I am.

“You know, you could stay here.” Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, I close my eyes at his words. “Spend the night.”

Shaking my head, I turn to look at him. “This was a one night thing, we know that.”

“Exactly.” Pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, he runs the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “You staying the night is still just one night.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I find myself nodding.

Which is exactly how I find myself curled into his side after a change of the sheets, an oversized Harley Davidson shirt pushed up over my stomach as Niall’s warm palm keeps me pulled into him as his warm and steady breath tickles the hair at the back of my neck.

I let myself relish in his warmth for thirty more minutes before I slip out from the sheets, taking one last look at him before making it to the living room and pulling on my jeans before calling a taxi.

Slipping away from the best sex I ever had and leaving without a note is hard, but it has to be done.

Niall and I were meant for one night and nothing more.

However, when I climb into my own bed still wrapped in that white shirt, I find myself wishing for the first time in a king that there was a potential for more.

That we would be more.

That Niall would want to be more.

With me.

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AHHHHH!!!!!

i’m so excited about this story and putting it out here for everyone to read!!! the second part is coming soon and i hope you like this!

-a🍀

Holy fck, niall

Can you please please do some kind of smut with Niall body worship. He would be single in this scenario. And maybe it's after a show and one of the venue workers does not care for him for whatever reason, but she ends up alone with him, and he's all sweaty in his tank top, and he seduces her and gets her to feel all his arms and then his chest. And then he has her take his clothes off and he's super patronizing and condescending, and then he has her suck him off, and he's laughing because she can't take it all. AHHHHH!!!

"Who is performing tonight? Why is everybody freaking out?" you asked your coworker as you helped set up the buffet for the musician and their team arriving soon.

You worked as a runner backstage during music concerts for the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, TN. It wasn't the best-paying job but you liked it. Nights usually go pretty smoothly but for some reason, the air was tense tonight. Everybody was frantic and your managers were extra particular about everything being perfect. You felt like you were constantly being pulled in every direction.

"Y/N, you don't know? It's Niall freaking Horan! He's literally gonna be here in like an hour!" she replied excitedly.

"Oh," you replied, not impressed.

"You don't like Niall Horan?"

"Eh, I've never really liked him. I've heard he's super cocky and kind of an asshole."

"Oh my gosh, don't even say that! I never fangirl over artists but I'm so excited about tonight. He's literally so hot!"

"I guess," you replied with a shrug.

"There's a rumor Noah Kahan is making a guest appearance too."

"Who?"

"Y/N!" she scolded and you giggled before she added, "For someone who works backstage at concerts, you'd think you'd be more into music."

Your workload tonight picked up even more once Niall and his team arrived. You were assigned to work with his team to help set everything up, make sure sound production was working, as well as doing little things to make sure everything was running smoothly.

Niall was actually quite pleasant to be around. Although you could definitely tell he had his cocky side, he was friendly and had a great sense of humor. The concert itself was magnificent. With all the shows you've worked for, this crowd was one of the loudest you have ever witnessed. They adored him and you now understood why. He was insanely attractive and so talented. You hadn't ever noticed until tonight.

It was after the show and everybody had started the cleanup process. You were instructed to go to Niall's room and double-check that he was okay and to get him anything he needed. You knocked on the door, nervously awaiting his response.

"Come in," he yelled.

Opening the door, you walked through and was met face to face with him. A man has never looked so good packing up his belongings after doing a show. He had taken off his leather vest and was just wearing his jeans and his black tank top. He was still sweaty from the show, slightly breathless. His biceps looked huge, glittering with sweat and you couldn't help but stare a little bit, wanting so badly to feel those muscles.

"Hey, I was told to come check on you and see if you need anything from us."

"Uh, I think I'm okay, thanks." His accent was so thick, it made your thighs involuntarily clench together.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything then," you replied, getting ready to walk back out the door before he stopped you.

"Wait," he called.

"What?"

"C'mere, I wanna talk to you."

"You wanna talk to me?" you asked, slightly shocked by his words.

"Yeah, close the door."

You closed the door behind you, taking a couple steps closer to him. Butterflies were swarming violently in your stomach, nervous that you were alone with Niall and even more nervous that he wanted to be alone with you.

"Did you like the show?" he asked, sitting down on a stool near the counter in his room. He crossed his arms over his chest, and you couldn't help but let your eyes flick down to his biceps.

"I did actually. You're really talented," you complimented.

"Did you notice me watching you?" he added.

"You were watching me?" you asked surprisingly.

"Yeah. I know you were working but I could see how badly you wanted to dance, to sway those pretty little hips to my songs."

"O-oh," you replied, feeling embarrassed.

"What's your favorite song of mine?" he asked.

"Not sure. I've never really listened to your music."

"Ouch, love," he feigned being hurt, placing a hand over his heart, "Why not?

You giggled softly at his reaction, "I don't know, I've always thought you were a little cocky."

"Ouch again!

"Well, now that I've met you I understand why," you explained.

"Oh really? Elaborate for me."

"Well, you're very attractive and a great performer. Plus if I was a guy and had all those girls screaming for me, I'd be the same way."

You felt your eyes continuing to stray from his and land on his arms. His biceps were flexing with each movement of his arm, the veins on his forearm peeking out and causing your mouth to water.

"Oh you think I'm attractive," he smirked.

"Stop, that's not the point of what I was saying," you giggled shyly.

"If it makes you feel better, I can tell you think I'm attractive."

"What? How?"

"Well for one thing, you haven't stopped staring at my arms this entire conversation," he grinned.

"O-oh, no, I-I didn't," your heart fell into your stomach; you were completely shocked and embarrassed you got caught ogling.

"You wanna feel them?" he asked, throwing you for a complete other loop.

"I-I don't-." You didn't know what to do. Of course, you wanted to feel them. But this was Niall Horan and you were on the clock. You felt like you were dreaming honestly.

"Come on, come feel them," he smirked, cocking his head.

This was never something you ever imagined you'd be doing, especially on the clock at work, but you soon found yourself moving towards him, your palms wrapping around his thick bicep. His skin was warm to the touch and his muscles were strong as you squeezed them. The next thing you knew, your hands mindlessly traveled towards his torso, his damp tank top clinging to his abs and outlining them perfectly for you. You traced them, fingers soon traveling down to the hem of his top and teasing it, wanting to badly to feel what was underneath.

Your dreams came true when you heard the words, "take it off."

But you didn't believe it. There's no way he just told you to take his shirt off, "W-what?"

"Go on, take off my tank top."

You didn't respond, just slowly slipped your hands under his top and pulled it up, over his head and oh my gosh it was so much better than you could have imagined. His chest was glistening with sweat, hair lining every inch, making him look so sexy and manly. And you didn't even want to get started on his muscles. His pecs and abs were so clearly defined, that it was obvious that this man spent a lot of time in the gym. You have never felt so turned on so quickly.

You ran your hand over his damp skin. You could feel every ridge of his muscles, the coarse chest hair slightly rough against your soft skin. You watched in awe as your hands explored his body, your mouth watering at the sight.

"Close that mouth, pretty girl, you'll catch flies."

You hadn't even noticed that your mouth had fallen open. Your cheeks immediately reddened in embarrassment as your jaw closed and he chuckled at you, "You like what you see?"

"Mhm," you hummed, nodding your head.

Lifting his hand, he used his curled index finger to lift your chin up to look at him. You stared into his gorgeous blue eyes that were covered by lust. You traced every inch of his face with your eyes, landing on his lips looking so soft and kissable. It was taking everything in your power not to kiss him.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me."

Were you being that obvious?

You didn't even reply this time, just in complete awe of the man standing in front of you. He was so cocky but ugh he had every right to be.

"Go on. Kiss me."

You smirked softly, not giving in just yet.

"You better kiss me first because, in a couple seconds, I'm not gonna be able to resist not kissing you."

"Maybe I want you to kiss me first," you challenged.

His lips immediately covered yours and oh my gosh you could not believe you were kissing Niall Horan. His lips were so soft and fuck, he was such a good kisser. You parted your lips and allowed him to lick into you, tasting you and asserting his dominance over you. You grabbed onto his waist, holding him to your chest as your lips moved in sync with his. The kisses were hot, deep, passionate, sexy, all of the above. You melted against him, feeling your abdomen clench and your panties dampen as he angled his head, kissing you deeper.

"Fuck," he mumbled against your lips.

You continued to kiss, his hands beginning to roam your entire body and you let him. He reached down and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, squeezing roughly. You whimpered slightly against his lips, chills running up your spine as he nipped softly on your lower lip.

"Get on your knees," he demanded, "Wanna feel those sexy lips wrapped around my cock."

You have never been on your knees so fast for a guy before. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to undo it so you could free him from his pants. You were frenzied and nervous and excited, so much that you could not get it unbuckled for the life of you.

Niall began laughing, "I got you so flustered that you can't even do a simple task like unbuckle my belt. Do I make you that nervous?"

You didn't reply, your hands getting even shakier as the seconds went by.

"Come on, sweet girl, let me help you." he hummed, reaching down and messing with his belt, easily unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops in his jeans.

"See how easy that was?" he commented and you were just glad you could finally get your hands on what you've wanted this whole time.

Unzipping his pants, you wasted no time and pulled them down his legs, letting his pants and briefs pool at his feet. His hard member was revealed to you and oh my gosh it was so much bigger than you had ever expected.

He laughed at you as you grabbed onto his member; he was so thick you just barely were able to wrap your entire palm around him, "You look scared."

"No, I just wasn't expecting you to be so big," you hummed, hating yourself for inflating his ego even more than it already was.

He was so hard. His red, swollen tip was peaking out from under his foreskin, precum oozing from his slit, practically screaming at you to do something. You began to pump him, squeezing slightly once you got to the tip, running your thumb over it and using his precum as a lubricant as you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come.

"Stop stalling. Go on and wrap those pretty little lips around my big cock."

Obeying him, you wasted no more time and took him in until he hit the back of your throat. You barely had half of him in your mouth before you began gagging, eyes watering in response.

You heard him rumble with laughter, amusement written all over his face, "Can't take it all, huh?"

"Fucking hell," you muttered mostly to yourself as you came off of him, a string of spit following you.

He smirked at your response as you took a deep breath before taking him in your mouth again. He gathered all your hair in his palms, pulling it up into a ponytail to hold it out of your face. You innocently looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his body reacted to your warm mouth wrapped around his most sensitive area. You bobbed your head up and down, your palm wrapped around what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

He pressed both hands against the side of your head and added pressure to stop your movements. Relaxing your throat, you let him take control, thrusting his hips so his member slid in and out of your warm mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged with each thrust. His balls slapped against the underside of your chin and he grunted with each thrust of his hips.

"Fuck, this is so fucking sexy. Look at you actually taking it all," he grunted.

Tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks the more you gagged on him. You looked up at him through blurry eyes and felt your panties dampen at the sight above you. He was so sexy. A thicker layer of sweat was glittering across his skin, enhancing the look of his muscles. Chest hair was sprinkled throughout his torso, his happy trail leading down to the patch of hair tickling your nose every time he bottomed out. His face was scrunched in pleasure, eyes crinkled and mouth ajar as he watched in awe as his member was soaked in your saliva, your throat constricting around him and bringing him closer to the edge by the second.

His thrusts began to get sloppy and you could tell he was close to finishing, his words soon confirming your belief, "Jesus christ, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard. Gonna swallow it all? Like the good girl you are?"

You hummed in response, preparing yourself for his load. It was only seconds later when he left his balls contracting and his orgasm ripping throughout his entire body. He grunted in pleasure as his load shot down your throat, warming your insides. Pulling out, he stroked himself a couple times to finish off his orgasm, tugging the last spurts of his load onto your tongue. Once he had come down from his high, he let out a heavy breath and watched as you swallowed every last drop of him.

"Jesus," he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair, "fuck, I think that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had."

Your confidence rose as you stood on your feet in front of him, smirking at him, "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed as he placed his hands on your hips, eyes trailing down to your lips, "you're really sexy."

"So are you," you grinned, letting his lips engulf yours before pushing him off, "As much as I wanna continue this, I am still on the clock."

He giggled at your statement before bending down and pulling his pants back up, "Give me your number and maybe we can meet up next time I'm in town."

You smiled, "Okay."

What the hell just happened?

Niall Horan, you are so sexy.

Gorgeous, beautiful man

Shirtless Niall Horan in 2024. A beautiful sight.

Niall Horan, the MAN that you are

Niall Horan thrusting his hips at the final show of The Show Live On Tour in Bogota, Columbia, October 2024.

If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth                                       Everything comes back to you                                    

This chorus is above all. Me, being a person dealing with social anxiety. Its really hard for me to deal with people. But, I know for him I’ll dance.....Just for him, because in front of him nothing else will matter. The lights, tables, chairs, people everything just blur and just him and me.  

In all this chorus today, I’m dedicating to the guy who is made for me JUST FOR ME.

(Sorry, Today nothing came to my mind to write. I was listening to songs and this town by niall horan started to play and I was just starstruck by the lyrics. And suddenly felt the connection with song so came here and wrote out)

Escape the late late show.

Does anyone else think we need to start a petition to get the full version of Niall and Julia’s escape.